One after another, the lugubrious, iron-colored German carriages moved past.
They are leading camels along the street, on the way from the circus to the zoo. Their plump humps list and sway. Their long, gentle faces are turned up a little, dreamily. How can death exist when they lead camels along a springtime street? At the corner, an unexpected whiff of Russian foliage; a …
Today some lindens are passing through town. There was an attempt to restrain them. Circular fencing was erected around their trunks. But they move all the same.…
The roofs blaze like oblique, sun-blinded mirrors. A winged woman stands on a windowsill washing the panes. She bends over, pouts, br…
His ears filled with a dense, hollow din, and gelid waves breathed on his brow.
thought it meant something similar to gefilte fish lmao
Who is she? A heliotype diva, broken free? Or the runaway daughter of a swaggering, bilious lord?
